Nocturne

C. von Horst

Within my arms so, in

Tender, warm embrace, Oh love!

How close thy beauteous eyes in rest.

Eyes and soul all is mine!

Sleep! The taper burns low.

Moonlight o'erfloods the house.

Doest thou recall the portals blue

As we entered? And thy hair

Shines blue. So ebbs

And flows the wave of love's ceaseless longing;

We're one

For all time in realms eternal.